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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.