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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Can,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.