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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.