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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.