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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.