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 Belize 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.