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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.