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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.