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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.