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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.