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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.