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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.