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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.