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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.