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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.