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 Palau 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Crime,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.