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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.