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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
cv313,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.