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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish 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 grime 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.