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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.