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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Wire,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.