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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.