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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.