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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.