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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.