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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.