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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.