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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.