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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.