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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.