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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Kayak,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.