Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.