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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.