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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.