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 Austria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.