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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Stetsasonic 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
the Association,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.