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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.