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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.