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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.