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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Wire,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Technova,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.