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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.