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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.