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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.