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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Wire,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.