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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.