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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.