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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.