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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.