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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.