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 Uganda 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.