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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
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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.