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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.