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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Selecter to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.