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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Robert Hood 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.