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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.