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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.