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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.