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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the grime 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Gong,
The Evens,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.