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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.