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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
JFA,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.