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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.