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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.