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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Television,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.