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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.