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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
June Days,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.