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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.