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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.