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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.