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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.