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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.