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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Sparks,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.