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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.