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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
David McCallum,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.