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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.