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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.