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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.