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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Faust,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.