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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.