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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Index,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.