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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.