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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.