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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.