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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
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.