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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.