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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.