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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.