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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.