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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.