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 United States and from Portland.
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 Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
The Wake,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.