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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.