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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.