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 Liechtenstein 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 UT to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.