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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.