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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.