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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
ABC,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.