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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.