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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.