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 Germany 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.