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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.