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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.