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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
UT,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.