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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.