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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.