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 Serbia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 808 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.