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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Nas,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.