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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.