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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Cybotron 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.