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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Visage,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.