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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.