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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.