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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.