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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Nas,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
ABC,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.