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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.