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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.