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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.