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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Scion,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.