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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.