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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.