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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Slave,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.