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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.