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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.