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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.