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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.