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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
The Move,
Faust,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.