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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.