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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
PIL,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.