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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.