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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.