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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.