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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Pole,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.