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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.