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 Egypt 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Josef K,
Mars,
Lower 48,
JFA,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.