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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.