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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.