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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.