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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.