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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Interpol,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.