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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.