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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Skarface,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.