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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.