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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
The Index,
Interpol,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.