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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.