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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.