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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Yaz,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.