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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Visage,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.