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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.