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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.