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 Micronesia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.