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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.