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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Japan,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.