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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.