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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.