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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.