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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.