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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.