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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 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 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.