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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Magma,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.