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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 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 Jerry's Kids 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.