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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Move,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.