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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.