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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.