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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
cv313,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.