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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Nas,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.