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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.