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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.