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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kayak to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.