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 Niger 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.