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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.