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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.