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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Swans,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.