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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.