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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.