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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.