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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.