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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
The Victims,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.