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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
CMW,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.