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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Index,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Roxette,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.