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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.