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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.