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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.