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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.