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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.