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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Al Stewart 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.