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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.