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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Model 500,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Q65,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.