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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.