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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.