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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.