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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.