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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.