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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.