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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Japan 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.