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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.