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 Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.