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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.