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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.