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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Swans,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.