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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.