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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.