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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.