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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.