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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.