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 Netherlands 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.