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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Organ,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.