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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.