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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 snare 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 Hashim 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.