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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Technova,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.