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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.