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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.