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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
The Names,
Ronan,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.