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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.