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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.