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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.