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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.