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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.