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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.