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 Gabon 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.