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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Wire,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.