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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.