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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.