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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.