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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.