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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.