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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.