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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
DNA,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.