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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.