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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne 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 grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.