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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Pole,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.