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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.