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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.