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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.