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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Faust,
Scan 7,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.