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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.