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 Latvia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.