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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Evens,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.