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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
June of 44,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.