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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.