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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.