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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.