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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Faust,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.