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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.