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 Cambodia and from London.
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 Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Smog,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.