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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Cameo,
ABC,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Faust,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.