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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.