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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.