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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.