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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.