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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.