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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.