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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.