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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.