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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.