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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
JFA,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.