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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Mars,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.