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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
CMW,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.