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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
MDC,
10cc,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.