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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.