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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.