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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.