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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.