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 China and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.