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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Skriet,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.