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 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.