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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Ten City,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.