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-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.