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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.