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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
10cc,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.