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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.