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 Germany 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.