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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.