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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.