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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.