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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.