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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.