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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
The Index,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.