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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.