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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.