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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.