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 Guatemala 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.