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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.