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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.