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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.