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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.