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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.