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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.