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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Magma to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.