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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.