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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.