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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Television,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.