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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Slave,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.