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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Wally Richardson 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.