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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.