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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.