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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Index,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.