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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.