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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Model 500,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Japan,
UT,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.