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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Index,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
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.