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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.