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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.