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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.