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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.