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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.