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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.