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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.