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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.