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 Singapore 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.