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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Scion,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.