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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.