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 Malaysia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.