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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.