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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.