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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.