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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.