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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Q65,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.