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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.