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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.