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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.