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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kinks to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
UT,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.