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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Cymande,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.