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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.