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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.