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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.