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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Index,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.