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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eurythmics 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.