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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.