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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Moebius,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.