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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
MDC,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.