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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.