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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.