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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.