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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.