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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Swans,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
The Motions,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.