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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.