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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.