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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.