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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.