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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Pop Group 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.