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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.