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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.