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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.