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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.