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 Rwanda 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Scion,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.