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 Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.