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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.