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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.