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 Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.