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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.