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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.