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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.