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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.