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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.