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 China 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 oboe 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Pole,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.