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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.