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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.