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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.