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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.