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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.