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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 guitar 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.