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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.