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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.