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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.