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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Scion,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.