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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s 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 Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Shoche,
X-101,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.