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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.