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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.