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 Iran and from Houston.
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 Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.