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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.