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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 X-101 to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.