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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.