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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.