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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Sparks,
Ituana,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.