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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.