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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.