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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.