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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.