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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.