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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Crime,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.