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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Magma,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.