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 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.