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 Andorra 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.