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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.