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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Rakim,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.