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 Bolivia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.