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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.