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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.