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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.