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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.