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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Television,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.