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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.