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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.