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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.