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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
The Human League,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.