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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
cv313,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.