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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Chrome,
X-102,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.