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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
DNA,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.