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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.