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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 DNA to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.