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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.