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 France and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
JFA,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.