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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.