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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.