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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.