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 Indonesia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.