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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Lalann,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.