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 South Sudan 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.