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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
ABC,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.