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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.