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 India 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.