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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.