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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.