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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
The Slits,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.