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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
AZ,
Cameo,
Faust,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.