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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.