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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.