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 Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Crime,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.