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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
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.