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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.