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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Brick,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.