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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.