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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
The Move,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
UT,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.