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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.