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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Robert Hood,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.