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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.