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 South Africa 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.