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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
X-102,
Y Pants,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.