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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.