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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.