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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.