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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Can,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Index,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.