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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 10cc to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Slave,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.