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 Argentina and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.
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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.