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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.