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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.