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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.