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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.