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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.