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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.