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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.