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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Move,
Section 25,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.