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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.