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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.