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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.