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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.