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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.