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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.