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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
The Index,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Intrusion,
PIL,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.