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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.