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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.