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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.