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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scion to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.