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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.