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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.