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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.