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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.