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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.