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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.