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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.