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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.