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 Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 UT to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.