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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.