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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Wire,
UT,
Roxette,
X-102,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.