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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.