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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.