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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.