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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.