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 Nauru 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.