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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.