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 Libya and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.