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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
UT,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.