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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.