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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.