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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.