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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.