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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Monolake to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Organ,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.