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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.