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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.