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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.