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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.