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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.