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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.