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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Can,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.