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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.