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 Russia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.