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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Can,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.