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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.