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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Fear to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.