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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Index,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.