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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
ABC,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Organ,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.