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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.