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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Wire,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Flipper,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.