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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.