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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.