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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.