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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.