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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
UT,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.