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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.