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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.