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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.