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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.