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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.