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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Franke,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.