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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.