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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.