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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.