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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.