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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.