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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.