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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.