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 Iran and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Technova,
Smog,
Section 25,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.