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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.