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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.