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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.